First day…..

                   My alarm beeped again after I snoozed it for 3rd time. 8.30am “oh god”! am late again. I sprang out my bed.  Took bath, selected a random pair of dress from my closet. It was 9 am already. I came out of my room and my breakfast was already kept  on the table. My dad reclined on sofa and was watching some morning news channels.  He gave a look of ‘Late again’.  His frowned forehead spoke those words. His looks where interrupted by mom’s words ‘ Eat some more what’s the rush’?
Yes mom’s are like this. The shower of her love doesn’t stop no matter in what situation I’m in. My Mom is my savior in my home. She always backs me in all right and wrong things I do.
                   I quickly gulped the food.  Bid bye to my mom and started for my college. My college is about 23 kms away from my home. And to my restlessness, the autowala was leisurely driving enjoying the songs making me more late.  I too was submerged in the song ‘jil jil jiga’ of ‘Happy days’ enjoying its beats. This song explains what exactly is students life in college. I loved that movie.
                 Atlast I was in my college. Wait, where the hell is my mechanical class now? It was 10.05 am already. I looked around to ask someone. Luckily office boy was present busy collecting the attendance registers signed by the lecturers.
      “Can I know where is 1st year mechanical class is” make it quick am new joinee, I said trying to breath.
       “First  class from first right from the entrance”, said office boy. I thanked him.

As I was nearing to the class, I heard a female voice trying to explain something in her top voice. The nearer I went the louder the voice was heard. 


write it down, the feminine voice ordered the class.

Her Dou x / dou y chants were interrupted by my knock. The whole class looks turned towards me. 

          “Yes”, she said to know what was my intention to interrupt her. “I’m new joiner ma’am” I said. “yeah come in and be seated”, she said. And even before I took my seat, she started her dou x/ dou y chants. I was looking for a seat in last benches but only the front row was empty. ( no matterwhat time you enter the class, you always find first row empty for you. )

           Left with no option I took my seat. Took out my new Classmate book and tried to write down the notes. Not this sh*t again. Differential equations chapter.. Same sh*t in intermediate. History repeats. I hate maths. To save myself from this disgusting math class I craned my neck to see my classmates. There were about 40-45 boys and 15-20 girls. I took a look towards the girls row. After seeing them, my disgusting Differential equations were looking more beautiful than them.

“ We will continue the left out problems tomorrow” our ma’am said. I was relieved. “And we gonna end this unit tomorrow itself” I was happy to hear the word ‘end’ in her sentence. The smile dint last longer as she continued ‘ and we gonna start new unit called ‘differential equations of 2nd and higher order’.

Oh God!! Not again.

After the lecturer left the class, I scanned the whole class in order to see are there any familiar faces. Yes, there was a guy whom I know. Balakrishna. He was healthy ( I preferred word healthy coz he will kill me if I call him fat ). About him, Balu was a  brahmin boy with fair complexion with good height and most important thing is he always wore vermilion on his forehead. Education was his nightmare. His father paid 4 lakhs for his seat making his nightmare come true. I went to him and got introduced my self. He took enough time to recognize me. And next to him was Chetan, studious guy. He always kept his eyes glued on board. Beside to Chetan, another studious guy by name Anirudh was present. They were not of my type. I gave warm handshake to both and was talking to Balu. And we heard some loud laughs from the last bench of the 2nd row. Another familiar face, Nikhil, my friend’s friend. I went near him and before I tried to introduce myself, he recognized me. And about Nikhil, he was a gadget geek. And a type of a guy who always say ‘I dint prepare for the exam,’ but attempts every question and scores good marks. Yes, we all have such a person in our gang who always lie.

The laughs were getting more louder, beside to Nikhil there was guy who was making fun of his neighbor by imitating in his accent. Yes he is my type of person. Nikhil took the initiative to introduce me to him. His name was Siddarth. About him, his parents stay in his village some where in Andhra. He came all the way to Hyderabad and stayed in a rent room in Kukatpally. Next to Balu, education was a nightmare to Sid. But a very good dancer. He was hungry all the time. Or We can say 24/7.  

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